My chest was heaving, and my breathing was totally out of control. I covered my eyes with my hand, embarrassed that he was bringing me to this, and I couldn’t play it down, and I couldn’t hold it back. I was exposed. I was vulnerable. I needed him desperately—totally at his mercy and in his power.
“Torie, let me see your face. Move your hand,” he whispered, and after a moment of hesitation, I did as he requested and I looked to his handsome face and soft smile.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.
And with that perfect and sincere compliment, I let go of my inhibitions. His pleasing me was also pleasing him. I could tell he was exalted by what he was accomplishing.
I stayed relaxed and forgot about everything except focusing on his gentle eyes upon me....